This morning I managed to swim 12 lengths, a new PB for this year and on target for my 24 lengths per day schedule once the charity swim starts. So far so good...
Then the bad stuff started. Alex is in hospital (heart attack) in an inaccessible part of West Cumbria. I have no spare funds and no transport and nobody to take me there so it is sit at home and fret time when I should BE THERE.
Next.. when trying to find info in order to get sorted ref Alex.. found out that my Mum has gone to Galway. As far as I knew, she was going to be in Yorkshire for a few days then back home. I wonder why, when I am the one doing the research into the IRISH side of the family tree.. nobody bothers to inform me ahead of time that such a visit is likely??? And why do I only find out because I take the trouble to call one of my family? They ALL have phones, mobiles and the internet, and I never get told anything unless it is bad news for ME, and not always then.
Maybe because nobody gives a damn about telling me anything anyway.
In future, my family (and I use the term advisedly) can just get on with it.
So here we are on a Friday evening, miles away from the one member of my family I can say without reservations treats me like family, while he lies in hospital with almost nobody to visit him!
Life can be the pits sometimes.
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